I don’t know how you did it,

the letter didn’t say,

only that you died

peacefully in your sleep.

That’s always bothered me

if that drift between soul

and eternity was a simple flick

of time, a fence to cross.

But nevertheless you arrived

and left the tears at school

a special teacher, delighting

warranting counseling

for students unable to cope

a speech formal 

a hestitation of promise

staring into the waves

looking for shapes.



Dave Barber

1 December 2008